Chapter 1
"I told you once already. I don't do cock." Garrett choked out the words as his gaze narrowed on the mushroom head pressing closer to his lips.
"You may not do cock in general but you will suck, and swallow, when the one in question is mine." Sam fisted his shaft and brought it to Garrett's chin again. This time, he moved closer. "Open."
Logan entered the bedroom. "Go easy on him."
"Easy hell. I can't wait for him to open up his pretty little mouth because once he shows me how fast his sweet tongue can move, I plan on sinking inside one tight virgin ass. Then, I'll make him a real man." Sam's hard voice held too much sex appeal. He continued to wait. Pre-cum glistened along the tip of his dick.
"Tell me something, Garrett, have you ever had a man fuck your ass long and hard until you screamed for more? Has anyone shown you what it's like to feel alive with a lust so intense you're begging for relief?" Sam's eyes twinkled with desire.
Garrett's eyes watered. He glanced around the room, searching for her. "Darcy wouldn't have wanted us to..." The knot in his chest threatened to suffocate him if he took Sam's offer and dipped his head. Oh, but he wanted to try it. Just once, he wanted to sink his teeth into the idea and allow his cheeks to swell with a hard man's intentions. He wanted to play games with Sam and Logan, dangerous ones, and they wouldn't let it ride. They were not the kind of men who appreciated a tease.
"Darcy, hell. Darcy is dead, Garrett." Sam stepped away from him, placed a hand on his shoulder and stared into his eyes. "She's been dead for years. You've watched her ghost, chased it almost and for what? To let her drag you into the after-life? Where's the fairness in it?" As Sam spoke, his left hand remained on Garrett's body while his right threaded his stiff member. He barely noticed and if he did, it didn't matter. He pumped his hard cock with a firm grip and carried on a simple conversation.
"You're not content because it's not enough. I know you, Garrett, you're anything but a happy man." A smile spread over his heart shaped mouth and he chuckled, "But I'm going to show you how to enjoy life again. You'll know what it's like to inhale the best part of me and find yourself intoxicated with the happiness I bring. You'll whistle 'Dixie' and sing 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'. For the record, you can call me Santa."
Garrett's mouth watered and he felt the laughter hanging in his chest, and almost forming in his lungs. Oh how he wanted to taste a bit of Sam's confidence, drink him in and sip him like the world's finest whiskey. He stared at Sam's hard dick, waited and wondered. Sam's hand moved to the back of Garrett's neck and he almost parted his lips until he heard Logan's voice again.
"Enough talk about Darcy." Logan walked over to the two men waiting on the bed. "I mean it, enough."
"But it's not enough, is it, baby?" Sam pressed the engorged tip against Garrett's lower lip, slowly he rubbed the texture of it back and forth, withdrawing away from him, making him want it, crave it. He damn well understood how to work his prey and right now, Garrett fell deep into the category. He wanted to fall victim to Sam's forward pursuits. He didn't come home to run away from this moment.
The weight of Garrett's cock reminded him of the sleepless nights, the ache, and the ongoing need. Garrett shook his head. He wanted to scream. He didn't find fulfillment in his own hand, in the memory of a woman he loved more as a friend than as a lover. No, he didn't know the power of wicked laughter, or the potency of sinful carnal pleasures. Sometimes he wondered if he'd ever know the kind of love unleashed through unadulterated, passionate sex.
Logan shot Sam a warning glare. His blond hair cascading over his back, Logan reached behind his shoulders and pulled it into a tight ponytail. His blue eyes focused on Sam's cock.
"Answer, me. Garrett, I want you to say it. Tell me how much you want me. Tell us how it's never enough to live in the past. Say it Garrett," Sam urged. "Tell us about the lonely nights. Damn you, Garrett, how many times did you cum in your hand with my name on your lips?"
"It's--"
"I said, knock it off, Sam. Going all Dom-de-Dom on him isn't going to make him realize how he feels about us." Logan inched closer to the bed.
Sam's hand cupped the nape of Garrett's neck. "Baby, you need to tell us what you want. I know how you feel about us. Logan needs to hear it. I don't. I need you to show me, but first I need you to let go of the past. Let Darcy go and then let us show you how to live again."
Garrett didn't know how. At one time, Darcy filled his life. They grew up together, lived side by side from age five forward. She gave him his first blow job, his first kiss, his first everything. He missed her. He didn't want to let her go. Sometimes she only existed in his head but it didn't matter. He held onto her, clutched tight to the memories, held strong to the mental clips of the few sexual experiences they shared.
On occasion, she visited him in a ghostly form. Sometimes he watched her as she masturbated. Darcy's ghost understood she shared a strange and unusual relationship with Garrett. She knew it when she was alive and now, even in death, her ghost accepted the strange practices they once enjoyed. Sometimes, they danced. Occasionally, they took long walks. Other times, they shared intimate moments where he simply watched her but somewhere along the way, Garrett lost a piece of himself.
Sam and Logan obviously realized it. For five years, he'd buried himself in a deep, dark hole and for what? So he could savor the memory of a woman he never fully desired as a man? Yes, hell yes, because in his own way, he loved her. In his own way.
"It's never enough," Garrett finally agreed. "Even when Darcy is here with me, she..." He stopped, deliberately cut off the words he refused to speak. He prevented himself from freeing them because to acknowledge his feelings meant admitting a failure he didn't want to face--the guilt he carried and possibly even understood now.
It took Garrett five long years to come to terms with his feelings for Darcy. He never loved her the way she wanted. She always needed more because his desires varied from hers. He ached for something she didn't have the equipment to supply--masculine and raw sex.
Searching the pine green eyes of a lifelong friend, he watched Sam as he approached him again as the eager predator, his hard member hanging between his legs. "You need to let her go, Garrett. It's time. I want you to tell me it's time."
"Shit, Sam," Logan said, "Do you want to fuck him or play the role of his psychologist? Bringing Darcy up right now is so wrong."
"But it's not, is it?" Sam asked Garrett. "It's not because she's here with us, right now. Isn't she?"
Garrett glanced over Sam's shoulder. Darcy danced closer and twirled around the small Christmas tree before she curiously looked at one of the ornaments. An angel with broken wings, the piece reminded him of Darcy, especially now, when her body appeared so transparent. Her flaming red hair flowed freely down her back. Her silhouette figure shadowed Logan's broad shoulders and she peered around his waist before she winked playfully at Garrett.
"Tease," he said to the ghost and Logan's eyes narrowed on him understanding because Logan and Sam often heard him talk to her. On occasion, they saw her too.
Both men ignored the lone word and Darcy continued to make herself at home. She placed her palms on the dresser behind her and jumped up. She missed the flat surface and acted annoyed. Garrett chuckled. Darcy was a clumsy ghost. In life, some considered her a true klutz too.
"I want what we had," he said directly to Darcy but yet he wanted more, and Darcy always realized it.
Logan looked around the room. "Darcy isn't here, Garrett."
"I know she isn't here for you but for me, she's here and she's real."
"And it is not enough, damn it!" Sam's hand failed to do the trick apparently because his cock softened and his skin flushed red-hot with desire.
Garrett's gaze dropped to Sam's cock. "No, and it never was, not even when we lived together and God help me, not even when she slept night after night in my bed." There, he'd said it. He glanced at the empty dresser. Darcy didn't look disappointed. She smiled sweetly and then took a deep breath as if she waited for something big to happen now.
"Do you know why?" Sam smirked. "Think about it, Garrett." His hand went to work again, the manual stimulation surging forward once more.
The heat rising with a new intensity, Sam's hand gripped tight around his girth, his fingers pressed and pulled at his own flesh. Garrett felt consumed by an uncontrollable lust as he watched. He wanted Sam locked in between his jaws now, whispering sweet nothings or maybe only moaning, grunting even.
"You'll see. No one will ever make you feel like this." Sam squeezed Garrett's shoulders and his lips touched his before he pulled back to look deeply into eyes. "Or this." He slanted his mouth over his again. He kissed him deeper with a claiming only one lover gave to another in the heat of passion and yes, he wanted to find it, truly experience the delight of unquestionable hunger.
Sam broke the kiss, parted his legs, and watched as Logan began to undress. He trembled with too much energy, his nerve endings on fire. Sam's knee pressed against Garrett's inner thigh encouraging him to spread his legs more.
Noticeably, Logan acted nervous. He slowly crossed his arms in front of his large, tanned body and pulled his polo from the hem. He worked it over his chest, neck and head. His hair caught on one of the buttons and he took his time working the locks from the small plastic--maybe it was acrylic--button.
The man looked like a god and simply too divine for this earth. His sea-colored eyes appeared hazed by a lust created by years of waiting, and his body proved his excitement lingered. Packaged tight in the denim pants he shed, Logan released a weapon supported by a heavy cannon when he dropped his boxers.
Garrett's mouth dropped in awe. He might ask him to photograph such a tool. Logan's cock only painted part of the pretty picture. His balls, if a man's sac measured with beauty, defined perfection.
Logan smiled. "You like it, huh?" He took a deep breath, tapped the end of it with his fingertips, collected the pre-cum and planted his taste on Sam's tongue.
"Delicious."
Logan winked at his lover and then addressed Garrett again, "You promised Darcy you'd never sleep with another woman. You never said anything about a man. Damn it, Garrett, she always knew. She understood she wasn't the woman for you because you weren't meant for any woman. Sam is right, it's time to let go of her memory and--"
Sam interrupted. "Shut up. You're giving him an out. I've cared about him far too long to offer one. It's now or never. I'm not going to wait. I'm not living through another day, another hour, another minute without knowing where we stand with him."
Garret swallowed stiffly. "I need time."
"Time? You're out of time. You don't have the luxury of it anymore because you never wanted it in the first place."
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